Stumm had realized his loss and found the tracks of the thief.
Hussin gave one glance behind and then hurried us on at break-neck pace, with old Blenkiron gasping and stumbling.

The shouts behind us grew louder, as if some eye quicker than the rest had caught our movement in the starlit darkness.

It was very evident that if they kept up the chase we should be caught, for Blenkiron was about as useful on a roof as a hippo.
Presently we came to a big drop, with a kind of ladder down it, and at the foot a shallow ledge running to the left into a pit of darkness.
Hussin gripped my arm and pointed down it.

'Follow it,' he whispered, 'and you will reach a roof which spans a street.

Cross it, and on the other side is a mosque.